‘Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Somewhat late in the evening, but very good to see you both, nevertheless. I assume it’s to do with the recent board meeting. But do come in. It’s cold out there, and don’t I know it, especially at my age?’

Clement Rankin’s house had been hard to find. Hartley Moor was full of winding, unlit, unsigned, single-track roads. All looked the same; none seemed right; satnav was useless. The only way to get there was to keep remembering the stately home bordered the very north-western tip of the Templeton Estate. 

And now they had reached their destination. Philbey and Riddles looked at each other in response to Rankin’s invitation. Riddles nodded and beckoned Philbey to lead the way.

‘Come through into the drawing r...

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